Vision 20/20

Sands in an hour glass
Birds and the bees
Snakes in the flower patch
Worms in the trees
Cold heart attacks
Let it burn then it freeze
Poison every rat that wants cheese
Nah They don’t know me
In the back low key
With a sack of OG
Don’t approach me
You might provoke me
Hopelessly overdosing on dopamine
Compose an opus exposing everyone close to me
Resort to poaching on anyone who encroaching me
You couldn’t trade the world to build anything close to me
Kamikaze, kill everyone who try roasting me
Make em go back to being who they supposed to be
I need to eat
Fuck my friends, now they’re enemies
Tried to keep the peace
But the piece got the best of me
Only two or three ever really got respect from me
Now everybody else is catching death from me
Back in the saddle, down to battle again
And fuck a threat, I only battle to win
That kiddie bullshit that you spit just don’t phase me
If I’m a fucking clown, then I’m John Wayne Gacy
Motherfuckers better know
Children get ate when I’m on the mic
And none of ya’ll could make me break If I gave you the time to write
None of ya’ll could rep the state, you stay making shit outta spite
And none ya’ll could pave the way if I gave you cement to pipe
And for the hell of it, I’m spilling how I feel
Fuck the rhetoric
I’m moving off the script, this is real
I developed it
My mental is essential, while your speech stays irrelevant
And I ain’t really buying that you selling it
But they sayin' cash is king
Sure but who’re you serving?
You really getting work
Or you just doing whats working?
You really such a jerk
Or you just doing the jerkin'?
You really dripping on these pussies
Or you a pussy that’s squirtin'?
Flerkin
Fuck the standard, man I swallow the box
And Ima keep on with the banter till I’m bothering cops
Tried to keep on with the manners, never got me my props
But I ain’t gonna be Ned Flanders
Now the tolerance stops

But my
Neighbors think I’m hella dope
And my haters like to watch me through a hella big scope
If they asking me for paper Ima tell em big nope
Got me laughing like a hella big joke

Nah they don’t know me
When I’m really lonely I like to break shit
Pretty mad, like a dike with a face lift
I’ve had some pretty bad nights on the day shift
You’ve been sending mad likes but don’t say shit

Like Mr. Manhattan and General Patton
You best extend and bend your hand up to your hat when I’m rapping
And if you ever get to 10, no going back when it happen
Ain’t no pretend, I recommend
You put a trap on the cappin
Ain’t no attacking the captain
You just tough acting tin-actin
You think your shit is going platinum
Its just crap on a napkin
Now I’m hijacking the cabin
Stop with the habit of acting
Consider this your one advisement
Something tragic can happen